On having three gorgeous, days-in-the-making, erudite articles forgotten, rejected and lastly ‘overlooked’.

The first sank without a trace
but I was stoic
some you win some you lose
goodtime Charlie’s got the blues.

My maelstrom message
bobbing, clinking, submerging, sinking
While the rest clanked and wheeled
around that hole that we call
yesterday.

I had another go
tossed in a second bottle
got an answer back
Eternity – there is no time.

Threw it back in again
but it came back fast
returned to sender.
No such number, no such name.

Tried a third message,
in a different bottle.
Guess what?
It sank without trace.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
All hands on deck!
Prepare to abandon ship!
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